Wednesday, September 17, 2008

When your skin is burning. Your mind is a temple of fire. You lie for hours on sweat stained sheets. You're caught in a crossfire of fever. Your dreams are nothing but of an athlete running on a track. Your lips are broken and your tongue is bitter. You want death, but you feel something else. And only thoughts haunt. I've forgotten how you look. Your name is whispered by ghosts in my sleep. There is darkness behind the lampshade. Beyond that I feel weak. I am lost. I walk from one room to another with flowers looking for the perfect funeral. In front of mirrors I softly cry.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your mind is a temple of fire. BRILLIANT....TC

11:14 PM, September 18, 2008  
Blogger jerry said...

Thank you TC, you're very kind.

3:47 PM, September 19, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

very ncie jerry !
but can i ask you .. is this about a girl ?

inexile

1:07 PM, September 20, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

very ncie jerry !
but can i ask you .. is this about a girl ?

inexile

1:07 PM, September 20, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

very ncie jerry !
but can i ask you .. is this about a girl ?

inexile

1:07 PM, September 20, 2008  
Blogger jerry said...

hey exile, long time man. nope not this one, more about catching a flu.

6:23 PM, September 21, 2008  

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